The palace of Prince Zheng is decorated with colorful silks and the atmosphere is full of joy. Tomorrow is Prince Zheng’s big day.
An 18*-year-old man dressed as a guard hurriedly walked in from the door and saw the busy figures of the people in the mansion.
In the courtyard, a delicate-looking woman of fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed as a maid, saw Bupa returning home, and took the initiative to step forward and said: "Bupa, where did you go this early in the morning when you were not by the prince's side to take care of me?"
Bupo was originally too lazy to pay attention to her meddling in other people's business. The prince had a wide range of interests and hobbies, so he might stay in that courtyard. But he had something important to report.
"Biyue, do you know where the prince is?"
Of course she knew the prince's movements. If the prince didn't like having people around him, why would she be here?
"My lord, he is in Qingfeng Garden."
In Qingfeng Garden, the pool water is as green as blue, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds. Low willow trees hug green trees beside the pool, and there are rugged rockeries, but it is quiet and elegant. No one is allowed to enter without summons on weekdays.
There was a faint sound of sword whistling, and Si Wushang swung his long sword. The sword moved quickly, hissing in the wind. Sometimes it flew like a swallow, soaring into the sky, sometimes like a dragon flying through the air, and sometimes it was as sudden as lightning.
Si Wushang heard the sound of footsteps in the distance, retracted his sword move, looked into the distance, and saw Bupo coming over in a panic.
"Bupo, why are you so panicked?"
"Sir, someone broke into the embroidery building of the General's Mansion last night to destroy Murong Yingluo's innocence. Fortunately, the guards found the person and fled in a hurry."
Si Wushang was not surprised. He didn't expect that someone was eager to ruin this marriage before he took action. It seemed that there was another force hiding in the dark.
"The General's Mansion seems to be calm and peaceful. To be able to sneak in in the middle of the night must be someone who is very familiar with the General's Mansion."
"The prince is saying that there is a ghost in the general's mansion."
"It's hard to say. Since our people can sneak in, of course other people can also sneak in. This news should have spread to many people. Don't think that our prince's palace is safe."
"My lord, there is no airtight wall in this world. Tomorrow is my lord's wedding. Do you really want to marry a daughter of the Murong family? Why not take this opportunity."
Si Wushang drew his long sword, froze in mid-air, and pressed it against Bupo's left shoulder. He raised his lips carelessly, "Bupo, you have been with me for many years. You should know what I have decided, and you don't like anyone telling me what to do."
The sword was quickly withdrawn, and a tiny strand of hair was cut off and fell on his shoulder. He reached out his hand to brush the hair off his shoulder.
"Go! Go to the front hall and help the butler decorate the palace."
In the General's Mansion, Murong Xuan hurried back to the General's Mansion as soon as the court meeting was over, and came to the embroidery building in person to visit his frightened daughter.
Yingluo had just returned from the eldest lady's residence. When she saw that her father had just left the court, he hurried over to see her without even taking off his court clothes.
Yingying bowed and said, "My daughter has met her father. Thank you for your concern."
Murong Xuan was tall and rough, but his eyes were full of fatherly light, "I was frightened last night. Can Luo'er remember the figure and appearance of that person, but Gongyichu?"
Murong Yingluo shook her head lightly. Due to the smoke she inhaled, her vision was a little blurry, but it was definitely not Gongyichu. Gongyichu's figure was tall and powerful, while that man's figure was obviously leaner.
"Father, Luoer is definitely not Gongyichu."
Murong Xuan's eyebrows became more serious. Who was the person who broke into the embroidery building in the middle of the night?
Before dawn the next day, Murong Yingluo was woken up by her mother to take a bath, change clothes, and get ready to make up.
Today, Mrs. Yang personally groomed her daughter, holding a glossy red jade comb in her hand, combing her waist-length green hair. At this time, Ms. Yang's eyes were faintly red, and now she felt reluctant to marry her daughter.
It's just that you can't shed tears on the big day. Your dexterous hands pulled your hair into a high bun, took the phoenix crown and put it on. The phoenix spit out beads, its butterfly wings trembled slightly, and the hanging bead curtain covered her beautiful face.
Looking at Yingluo, whose eyes were already reddish, in the mirror, "Our Luoer is the most beautiful bride in the world today."
Yingluo stood up and hugged her mother. The heavy wedding dress did not look heavy on her body, "Mother, after your daughter gets married, she will not be able to return home often. You must take care of yourself."
"Silly boy, didn't my mother say that if a married girl throws water away, she won't come back if she doesn't come back?"
I don’t know if her mother meant it or not, even on a day like this, she still said such words to hurt her heart. Yang was also sad in her heart, fearing that it would be unlucky for her daughter to cry.
Outside the embroidery building, Zhen'er climbed up the stairs, patted the door and said: "Madam, the sedan chair from Prince Zheng's Mansion has arrived. I ordered the young lady to get on the sedan quickly."
Mrs. Yang picked up the wedding handkerchief she had prepared a long time ago, covered her daughter with the wedding handkerchief, held back the sourness in her eyes, and said, "Go!"
With Zhen'er's support, Murong Yingluo went down from the embroidery building and sat on the sedan chair. Listening to the sound of firecrackers and the noisy gongs and drums outside the sedan chair, she looked at her red body through joy and fear, and realized that she was really going to get married.
I wonder what awaits me ahead? Can I find happiness in this life?
The night was filled with light mist, and a few stars dotted the night sky.
In the wedding room, the wedding candles with carved dragons and painted phoenixes were burning brightly. Murong Yingluo folded her hands and sat on the couch. The wedding ceremony went smoothly. Now King Zheng was greeting the guests in the front hall.
I could vaguely see the furnishings in the room through Xipa, and my heart was as calm as water without any ripples.
"Miss, after a long day of hard work, you must be hungry. Why don't you have some snacks first? It's still early, and I'm afraid the prince won't return to the wedding room so early."
"Zhen'er, I'm not hungry. If someone sees me, they'll say that I'm a member of the General's Palace, but I don't know etiquette."
Outside the door, Bupo helped Si Wushang to the door of the wedding room. Through the window lattice, he saw Murong Yingluo sitting on the couch with her hands folded. Although her expression could not be seen, her straight back should have a calm expression.
Bupo pushed open the door, supported Prince Zheng and walked in, "Your Majesty, please be careful."
"It doesn't matter. Today is my king's wedding. It doesn't matter! All the customary etiquette for today is waived. You all can go out!"
Everyone left one after another, and there were only two people left in the room. Si Wushang shook his sick body and walked towards the bed. The bride was not allowed to speak until the hijab was lifted to show her restraint.
Si Wushang looked at her with gentle eyes, lifting up the red scarf with his long and slender fingers. Her face was as beautiful as snow, her brows were like paintings, and her necklace was thinly decorated with pink and white, adding a bit of charm and delicacy to her original heroic demeanor.
Yingluo stared at his beautiful face, and the dot of cinnabar between his eyebrows was particularly eye-catching. His smile was gentle and clear, which could melt thousands of years of ice and break through all the haze. But behind this smile, how much was true.
Yingluo nodded, "I have met Prince Zheng."
Si Wushang folded his arms and sat next to her, "Why should you and I be so polite? I am weak and cannot drink quilt wine. You must have not eaten anything all day, so why not eat some first?"
thing."
Seeing King Zheng being so polite, I didn't know what his intention was. He shook his head lightly and said, "I'm not hungry!"
But she saw him perching up, looking at her with a soft light, stretching out his hand to pull down the fiery red curtain, his jade fingers lightly touching his chin, and the corners of his lips curved in a seductive way.
“It’s such a shame to have such beautiful scenery**!”
Murong Yingluo's breath was suffocated, he was so impatient!